The more you lose, the more I gain. As your illness takes away the simple things, it makes me realize how lucky I am to have them. I'm not sure I'd understand how lucky I am to tie my own shoes if I didn't have to tie yours when you couldn't do it anymore. For that, I am grateful that you got sick. It's a difficult thought to process, but gratitude taught me there's no better option for something I can't change.
Mom, I love you and your suffering for the awareness it's given me. It's the inspiration behind everything I do.